"Haaarrrrryyyy..."

"Mmm…"

"Harry…"

"Give me five more minutes…"

"HARRY!"

"AHH!"

Harry rolled off his bed and landed on the floor with a thud. He looked up and saw nothing. He climbed to his feet and began to inch forward, waving his arms out in front of him. Harry moved slightly to his right and bumped into something soft. Testing it, he found that what it was he was touching could fit into the palm of his hand.

"What?" he whispered, giving the object a soft squeeze.

"Ohh…"

Harry immediately dropped it and leapt backwards.

"Who's there?" Harry called out.

Harry listened but heard nothing, then, when he was just about to turn around, he felt a pair of lips on his. Surprised, Harry pulled back.

"What's the matter?" Harry recognized the voice; it was a female's, but he couldn't but a finger on exactly who. "Don't you like this?"

"Well, umm…where are you?"

"Why does that matter?" she said, descending her lips upon his once more.

Harry moaned and kissed back, letting her tongue enter his mouth. His hands found their way to her hair and began to weave their way through it. She broke for air only to attack his neck seconds later. Her hands slid down his torso and wrapped around his waist. With a slight shove, they fell backwards onto the bed.

Harry flipped her over and attacked her nipples, tasting them as his tongue swirled around them in circles. She let out a soft moan and moved her hand south. Upon reaching his member, she smiled and looked up. Then, without any warning, she grabbed a hold and began to slide her hand up and down his shaft.

"Ohhh…." Harry moaned, louder than he had intended.

"Harry?" a voice called out in the distance.

Harry was too preoccupied to answer, so again the voice called out.

"Harry?"

Summoning whatever strength he had left, Harry spoke, "Wh-what?"

"What are you doing?" the voice replied, only slightly louder this time.

"Huh?" Harry gasped, as he felt her tongue upon him.

"It's a simple question—can you hear me?" This time Harry felt a slight poke on his arm. Then another, then another, then something slapped him in the face.

"What the bloody hell!" Harry cried, sitting up.

Harry blinked several times as he looked around the room. He was sitting upright on his bed and Draco was staring at his with confusion written all over his face.

"Welcome back to earth, there, buddy," Draco snickered, shaking his head, "That must have been some hell of a dream…"

"What? Why do you say that?" Harry asked, shifting around so that he was now facing Draco.

"Well, it seemed as though you were having fun, it certainly must have felt good."

"What? How do you know if it sounded and felt good?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, let's put the facts together, number one, you were moaning, number two, you can not hide an erection when you're wearing no clothing. That pretty much sums up the whole story."

Harry's eyes widened and he quickly looked down at his member, which was indeed sticking straight up. Blushing, Harry covered himself before lying back down. Draco laughed and placed his arms around Harry's waist.

"Awe, Harry Potter is embarrassed over a little dream…" Draco sneered.

"It's not funny, Draco, besides, it was just a dream…"

Knock, knock, knock.

Harry glanced over his shoulder at Draco, who shrugged. Harry sighed and slid off the bed. Flipping on the light, they were both temporally blinded. Reaching for the door handle, he pulled it open and stepped forward. Upon hearing a stifled giggle, he snapped his eyes open.

"Well, Harry, never thought I'd get to see you like this…" Hermione giggled.

"What—" Harry looked down and shrieked; he had forgotten to put his boxers on before opening the door.

Leaving Hermione standing in the doorway, he sprinted across the room, disappearing into the bathroom only to reappear seconds later wearing a pair of boxers. Draco, who had seen the whole thing, had apparently fallen off the bed onto the floor considering he was rolling from side to side, clutching his stomach with laughter.

"Oh, that was hilarious! Oh, man, if only you could have seen the look on your face," Draco laughed.

"Very funny, ha-ha, now stop it!" Harry said, glaring in Draco's direction.

"Aw, what's wrong, Harry, can't take the joke?"

Harry crossed the room and picked Draco up by the collar of his shirt. Draco grinned back at Harry, who was trying to hold in his own laughter. Hermione leaned against the doorpost and watched as Draco began to tickle Harry. Harry dropped Draco and crumpled to the ground.

"So the great Harry Potter is ticklish! Oh, I'm going to have loads of fun with this!" Draco cried out as he leaned in for his attack.

"No! Please stop, oh! That tickles!" Harry yelped, trying to scoot away, but Draco was determined to make his goal.

Hermione's soft giggle brought the boys back to reality. Pulling away from Draco, Harry rose to his feet and fixed his boxers, since they had slipped down slightly when he tried to avoid Draco's hands.

"Sorry, seems we got a little distracted, like you always say, 'New Stimulus, New Direction'…anyways, what did you want?"

Hermione shifted slightly and folded her arms across her chest. Harry noticed this and became worried. Hermione, whenever she was embarrassed, nervous, or scared, would pull this routine.

"What's wrong?" Harry questioned.

"Can I speak to you alone?" she asked, looking down at her feet.

"Sure, where?"

"Uh, I don't care…"

Harry turned to Draco, "I'll be right back, okay? This should only take a few moments…"

"All right, but you'd better hurry! I want to finish trying out this new-found power I have over you!" Draco called back.

Harry turned his head and stuck out his tongue as he closed the door behind him. He followed Hermione into her room and once she had shut the door and placed a silencing charm on the walls, she crossed the room, sitting on the couch across from Harry.

"Hermione, you're awfully quiet, what's wrong?"

"Umm...well, it's this dream I had…"

Harry's eyes widened as he remembered his own. Upon seeing his expression, hers also widened.

"You had one too?"

"Depends on what yours was about…" Harry said softly.

"It was…about…"

"Yeah?" Harry asked, his stomach doing flips.

"It was about…you…"

"Me?" Harry asked, pointing to himself.

"Yeah, only I couldn't see your face, all I could hear was your voice…"

Harry thought for a moment then remembered the voice he had heard and he suddenly realized who it reminded him of.

"Hermione, I had one just like yours, and you were the one I couldn't see…What do you think this means?" he asked, moving closer.

"I don't know, but when I heard Draco calling out your name to answer him, I thought I'd ask you about it, I had no idea that ours were the same…" Hermione sighed, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"Well, what did you want it to mean?" Harry asked, inches from her face.

"I-I don't know, I-I…" Hermione trailed off as she felt Harry's lips on hers.

Confused, Hermione did the only thing she could think of; she kissed him back. Harry moaned and entered her mouth, attacking her tongue with his. After a few minutes, Harry pulled back and looked across at her, watching her eyes flutter open.

"Harry…"

Harry looked at the floor and turned away from her, glancing at the foot of her bed, "I shouldn't have done that…but in the dream it felt so good, I had to try it myself…"

Hermione just continued to stare at him in utter disbelief, 'Did he just kiss me?'

"Hermione? I'm sor—" Harry began but was cut off as Hermione attacked his lips hungrily. Harry gave in and kissed her back, but after a few moments, he pushed her away and stood up.

"Hermione, listen, it's not that I don't like you or anything, but I feel like I shouldn't be doing this, until Draco has approved of it…"

"I know, I'm sorry, I-I…" Hermione muttered.

"Relax, I'm still here for you, don't forget that, okay?" Harry said, leaning down and kissing her forehead, "But for right now, let's keep that our little secret…"

Hermione smiled and looked up, "Thanks…"

"You're welcome…see you later," Harry smiled, then disappeared out her door.

When Harry arrived back to his own room, he was surprised to find an empty bed. Walking forward, Harry shut the door with his foot and headed towards the bathroom. Draco, who had been hiding behind the door, sneaked up behind Harry and began to tickle Harry's sides.

"AHH!" Harry yelped as he felt Draco's hand on his skin, "Don't do that, you scared the hell out of me!"

Draco smiled and paused, "What took you so long? What were you two doing, making out or something?" he teased.

Harry frowned and sat down upon the bed.

"You know that dream I had?"

"Yeah," Draco said, plopping down beside Harry.

"Well, come to find out, Hermione had one just like it, only it had me in it…"

"You? I never knew she liked you…wait, ya I did…" Draco grinned.

"Well, the dream I had involved…her…" Harry looked at the floor and waited for Draco to slap him.

"Really?" Draco asked, taking Harry's hand in his, "That's pretty interesting…"

"You're not mad are you?"

"Mad? No, why would I be, I don't care if you want to have sex with a girl, she's the opposite sex. I'll only get mad if you like a different man…"

"Oh, don't worry, you're the only man for me, Draco, trust me," Harry said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Draco's.

Draco pulled back, but kept his forehead on Harry's, "Let me guess, she kissed you, am I right?"

"Yeah, but I stopped her…"

"What! Why! She's the hottest girl in the entire school!" Draco cried, slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"What! I thought you hated her!" Harry shrieked, jumping to his feet, "I never thought you would say something like that!"

Draco sighed and stood up, pulling Harry him, "Listen, I was mean for a reason, but that doesn't mean I can't like what I see. Heck, we should have a three some, you, me, and Hermione, how's that sound?"

Harry looked up at him with wide eyes, "What has come over you? Have you gone insane or something?"

"Uh, nope, just crazy for you, that's all. Aw, come on, why not?" he pouted.

"Maybe, but you would need to warn—" Harry cried, "Where are you going! You come back here! Draco!"

Harry watched Draco exit the room before dashing out after him. When he had finally caught up with him, Harry grabbed his arm, but was too late, for he had already begun to knock.

"What are you doing!" Harry whispered.

"You'll see…"

The door opened and Hermione poked her head out, "What is going—oh hi, Draco; Harry…"

"Hello, Hermione, I would like to say a few words to you, is that okay?"

"I guess so…" she said, 'Since when does he call me Hermione?'

"Okay, here it goes…Harry, here, has my permission to sleep with you as much as he desires…"

Hermione's eyes widened as she glanced at Harry as if to say, 'You actually asked him?' Harry nodded his head and waited for Draco to continue.

"Then, I was wondering, since I think you're the hottest girl in Hogwarts; I know, hard to believe, eh? But anyways, I was wondering if you would like to do a three-some sometime…" Draco continued to grin as Hermione tried to process what he had just said to her.

"So you're saying that I can also have Harry, and that, since you like me too, we should do "it" together?" she asked, looking up.

"Yes, my point exactly," Draco said.

Hermione thought a moment then replied, "Sure!"

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Here, standing before him, was his best friend; his only female best friend and she had just agreed to have sex with both of them, at the same time!

"Great, whenever you want to, just holler!" Draco called, lifting Harry over his shoulder.

"Hey, put me down!" Harry shrieked.

"Bye!" Hermione called before shutting her door.

Draco dragged Harry back into their room and laid him on the bed. Climbing on top, Draco smiled down at Harry.

"See, that wasn't so hard now was it? Now you can get both of us, isn't that wonderful?"

"Oh yeah! Just wonderful, but you could have done that tomorrow…"

"Well, seeing as she was just talking with you, I figured that she was still awake, so I got it over and done with…"

"Well, then, I guess everything is okay!" Harry smiled, rolling onto his side, "Now, let's get some sleep, all right? I start Quidditch practice in the morning and I would like to be somewhat rested…"

"Oh, fine, party pooper, we'll just have to continue this tomorrow, then," Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry.

"Fine by me, goodnight Draco," Harry said, closing his eyes.

"Goodnight…"